Dear self,

I ask, I implore,
I see you fall to the floor
Weighed down by your own fallibility.

I beg, I cry,
To look up and reach for the sky
And not judge the way you look and act.

But you'll disregard
Any advice I give,
So what's the use?

Remember:
Nobody's perfect,
It's only a show;

We have our strengths,
Our weaknesses,
The likes and dislikes.

The world keeps spinning and advancing
Because no one is identical;
Sameness make the earth stand still.

Dull, boring.
Nothing gets better,
No improvement.

So please, I implore,
When next you unfairly critique remember:
Society's standards are a sham.

You are perfect:
Everything you are,
Everything you have yet to be.

Don't conform to the expectations of the world,
Because people should aspire to say to themselves,
"I want to be just like me."